Harding College - Petit Jean Yearbook (Searcy, AR)

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v e 4 v .' v a' Daily new activities, people, and ex- periences bombarded the lives of students. Phone bills cast gloom in mailboxes; cafeteria workers enlightened meal times; ghost stories haunted buildings; dorm rooms forced adjustments. Every day students faced something new. However, they adjusted well to the situa- tions and ttmade the most out of life. Sometimes they looked for entertainment, or for food, or for activities or at the different changes, but however they spent the day, campus life continued. Therefore laughter, tears, even anger sometimes filled the dor- mitory halls as students lived a campus life. - Sharon Bowles ' .'.yot, n 4 a le' Ir . e at a George Oliver 7 photo by Bill Tripp. aving a good rapport with his students was George Oliverls, Associate Dean of Business, main characteristic.He made all of his students feel like individuals that he truly cared about. He got to know each student and their special interest, then treated them as a special person. Because of this at- titude he has for his students, his classes were almost ber about Oliver was that you cannot explain him - you have to experience him. the first to close. Yet the one characteristic to remem- Glanccs at 28 Student Life '1ws'em v:vv s a a 4 a A 4 . Au tr T.' .v V V t v .as'e tel. 4's. viv u v v uavthwbkv eugug - 1' k c. u, , ., x! V . a u a a o .g . .f?r'rv.'a n'egs Taoknhkh...,ev bka wag Ghostly Gertie haunts Godden Hall tEditors note: This story was first printed November 4. 1950, in The Bisonj I am told, in hush-hush tones, a story that unfolded years ago in the creaky corners of Godden Hall that plunges my blood to its depths and speeds my pulse rate. The epic, told when Galloway College for Women was in full bloom, centers around a sweet dame named Ger- trude. One late November evening, while most of the women were fast asleep, a tragedy struck with a terrifying blow. Genrude came in from a small party with some friends in town, said goodnight to her date, and climbed the stairs to her room. The white, frilly evening gown she wore swished merrily as she tip-toed down the long corridor. Suddenly she halted a listened for a moment as though she heard a sound - changed her course, and began walking cautiously toward the now abandoned three story elevator shaft Her long platinum blonde hair rolled across her white neck as she cocked her head to listen again. A blood-curdling scream rippled through the hall arousing the other girls from slumber, and chaos took command of the dorm. One young lady saw a huge, dark Y'V vs . W7, form hurdle by her and disappear down the flight of stairs. A hysterical house mother finally found wits enough to call the police and they found Gertrude at the bottom of the elevator shaft - dead! The blow had a devastating effect on the students. And even though she was dead, associates agreed that Gertrude still looked alive. They buried her in her white evening gown. People began to say things about the college; parents withdrew their daughters; the school began to collapse and in the meantime police found nothing of the sup- posed killer, Finally the case was dropped under the caption HAccidentfl Several years later, just before Galloway closed down, a freshman awoke at midnight and stumbled down the hall for a drink. A full moon cut ribbons of light through the walkway. The freshman paused at the elevator shaft and peered through the doors. She stifled a scream and somehow managed to make it back to her room and wake up her room- mate. Just before she dropped into a dead silence, she told her roomie, ttI could see her in the moonlight, sitting there in a white evening gown, brushing her platinum-blonde hairllt Her buddy mustered enough nerve to go down the hall and look. The chick across the hall, brought out of slumberland by the com- motion outside, found freshman number two standing speechless, wide-eyed against the op- posite wall. uShe - she - walked right through the wall to the first floor, the terrorized freshman gasped. So now the story goes that Gertrude still walks the halls of Galloway on full-moon nights, her fril- ly white gown rustling as she moves. It is told that she had said to her friends, ltl love this place and never intend to leave it - never? But, what are Ghostly Gertieis plans concerning the immediate housing shortage that goes into effect when Godden Hall is wrecked? Will she move to the music building with the supplies or will she move to Patti Cobb? The theory is that she will move with the corner stone of the music building and will walk those halls. So if on a moonlit night you think you see a lady dressed in white, glance again and shes not there - don't worry, its pro- bably just Gertie making her rounds. - Chris Elliott

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The night of my life was approaching and I was panicking. I had in- vited the ttman of my dreamsil to my club Christmas party and an- ticipated the event with excitement until the meeting. At the meeting we discussed what the Christmas party would be like. Food, favors and games were all decided upon and all was great except for the favors. They voted on home- Next, please. Patiently waiting, Garth Hutchinson, a junior from Montrose, PA, and Mike Ballard, a junior from Kirkville, N Y, order food off of their declining balance. - photo by Bill Tripp. Whatis for dessert? Sophomores Tina Crawford from Flint, MI, and Judith Yearry from Paragould, AR, descend upon Shoneys for a delectable hot fudge cake on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Many students satisfied their sweet toothes with a Shoneyk hot fudge cake. - photo by Bill Tripp Shoneyis hot fudge cake is every dessert rolled up into one. Iris the ultimate craving?I a Shannon Caldwell Your tastebuds are tantalized as the waitress walks towards you with a plate stacked with three inches of lusciousness. Hm fudge slowly oozes down the sides of two thick slabs of chocolate cake separated by one thick slab of vanilla ice cream. The waitress sets it before you. Where do you begin? The corner? The middle? No; with the cherry on top. You begin, bite by bite to make it to the bottom, savoring each morsel. You eat it, the whole thing, and soon you are immovable. Shoneyis hot fudge cake has become one of 'the top-rated desserts for students. Whether it be dur- ing finals week, after a ball game, or in the middle of the day for only $1.50, your cravings for chocolate and sweets could be satisfied. So next time you want something tasty, drop by Shoneyis and have a itcheap taste of heaven? - Denise Johnston 'u. v c - '1t' a. 1' o: 19' pqvcyv'. baked goods! What was I to do? I couldnt boil water without stinking up the kitchen, plus I had no cookware. I debated about itcheatingi, and just going to Food-4-Less and buy- ing their cookies, but no, I decided to be honest and cook my love cookies. Because of my fear of cooking, I put off the situation until the Satur- day morning of our Christmas party. I rose early Saturday morning, trudged to Food-4-Less and roamed the aisles hunting for ingredients. I had thought of just using Duncan Hines instant cookies but since this was for the liman of my dreams, I decided to cook my own. I finally bought all the flour, sugar, baking soda, and everything else I thought . a 1' v v ..w. -.' .. a a 4 I v a . a .1 1b.: ,3. w'd ..g u... 4 . a':.4'.'..'f .I. o. ' v .. H. ..v I 1'. 1'p g D.GDTtl.e. ' '. .. .l .. .v a. I might need for chocolate chip cookies tneedless to say I had no5 recipel. I went to the kitchen on the second floor of Sears, spread out my wares, and dove in. I measured, poured, stirred and blended until a little of everything globbed in the bottom of the bowl. I then preceded to grease my pans and place my soggy cookie mix in- to the cold oven. Of course, I forgot to preheat my oven. I didnt think it would matter. I cranked the oven to 500 degrees, because of the problem, and preceded to wipe up the flour that covered the floor, counter top and cupboards. After roughly 15 minutes, I checked my cookies, and to my horror, gasped at the cookies that were black on the bottom, yet 1 v e u s .t' ' Y gushy in the middle: ' I put another tray in the now hot oven, let them cook for only 10 minutes, then took them out. Even though they were thoroughly cooked, when I bit into them I nearly choked. Something went wrong. After nearly another hour of playing with ingredients, I finally gave up. I cleaned the kitchen, tit took me almost one and a half hoursl then jumped in my car and went back to Food-4-Less. I had decid- ed that store-bought cookies, wrapped in foil, was not really cheating. After all, this was for the ttman of my dreams? a Wayna J. Bruce yam? .7159 fcagom 5am QM For 30 years, Frozen Delight has served the community by selling ice cream, shakes, and din- ner platters. Little league teams, teen groups, and families have all eaten at the family owned restaurant, yet college students are still the main buyers. ttFrozen Dis is great! I go there about once a week to get ice cream and usually try to get a different shake each time. The strangest one Iive ever eaten was blueberry- oreo, said Lance Riddick. Frozen Dts, as it was fondly called by college students, had only two flavors of ice cream, tvanilla and chocolatey but the specialty that made the ice cream noticeably different was the combination of ingre- dients added to it. They put oreos, peanut butter, butterfmgers, hot chocolate syrup, but- terscotch, bananas, mar- shmallow, and nearly 50 other toppings in the shakes. tiThe one thing that makes Frozen D's so special is that you get a lot for your money and they have such a variety of ice cream. Everyone can order whatever kind of combination of shakes they could possibly want, said Donann Cummings, Because of the different shakes, the old, small building, located on East Race Street, was definite- ly a hot spot for students. They would walk or drive there no matter what the season, to have a unique or sometimes strange combination of food and ice cream. For example, who ever heard of eating a blueberry peanut butter marshmallow vanilla shake? - Sharon Bowles Give me a cold one. After a hard day of classes, Trent Austin, a sophomore from Paragould, AR, orders his favorite shake at Frozen De- Lite. - photo by Bill Tripp. Glances at Student Life 27

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u; - w . . .htp Q,a c.a 4 +I-t n .2 v 4 v V a I u w vennIa-lean g . a At 1; eyeastasta w w , just a RING tXX l .150? 'e Coming from a big, soft, well-adjusted-to water bed to an itzy-bitsy hard dormitory bed was not an easy task. The first few nights on the match-box sized bed were a nightmare because the wooden mattress diant allow for sleep. It definitely felt like I was at home sleeping on the uncarpeted kitchen floor a only worse. I tried sleeping on my stomach, but when I stretched out, my feet touched one end and my hands the other. Next I tried to sleep on my back, but with no luck. The mattress was so hard that my aching back, from the long drive, just hurt all the more. I just flopped from position to position, sitting up every once in a while to check the time and rearrange eh, vars d , v u y w t. A: 5A5: tut ..; e eeha ,, av $9 e n 'tnt e a v v 'a 'v cut They always snuck in Telephones more than quitely, snug between a College Church bulletin and a chapel warning. It was an easy thing to distinguish that day from all others by the mailroom sighs and trepid shufers. It was the day the phone bill arrived and its coming, though a surprise to no one, wrought monthly terror in many young hearts. Phone bills were, in the words of senior David Dearin. a Itnecessary evil. The phone company shrouded the unwelcomed monthly abjudicator in the inno- cent facade of its baby- blue and white envelope a a proverbial ttwhitewashed tomb, in- side of which hid many dead menis bones. But each month our phone bills brought strange foreign mysteries into our lives and our dorm rooms, No one could quite understand why the tenets of economics required sen- ding two phone bills each month - the phone bill plus the out-of-state long- distance bill - but the phone company was ob- viously Flourishing and we gave them the benefit the covers. Finally, about three oiclock, I dozed off; my covers were in disarray, and I was in a mess, but I was asleep, When my alarm sound- ed at the unearthly hour of seven dclock, I audibly groaned as I tried to move out of the cramped position I had briefly slept in. My stiff neck, aching back, and spinning head refused to cooperate when I tried to rise off the mattress. 'I even became more miserable when I realized I had to sleep on that plank for roughly the next nine months. The mattress hardly even compared to my bed at home. There I had a queen-sized waveless water bed that adjusted to my every move. I wasnIt accustomed to adjusting to the bed. The ex- Give me a ttbreak. Dar- ren Matthews, a sophomore from Fullerton, GA, tries in vain to adjust to a twin size bed After leaving their waterbeds and king-size beds at home, many students found it hard to adjust to the standard Harding bed. a photo by Bill Tripp. perience was enough to make me wonder if sleep would ever come easily again for me. However, as the nights wore on and on, sleep did come a lit- tle easier for me. I fell asleep faster and I woke up less stiff. Yet I wonder if sleep came because I was so tired, or if I really did adjust to the wooden plank Har- ding calls a mattress. I guess Illl find out when I eventually return to my wonderful water bed. a Sharon Bowles a'a 4 u r a M ; e.ttaa nugunm. of the doubt. And then there was always that mysterious call that no one claimed. It was usually between 12 and 17 cents, often a Lit- tle Rock call, and snuck into our bills without our notice, casting wonder- ment and awe our way. Again, we tmsted the phone company and the call would be at last claimed by the roommate who probably diant place the call. In the end, the phone bill was a pleasant alter- native to the pay phone - which, in many dorms, no longer existed. February 1987, was an unusually great month because Harding was bless- ed with an outstanding cafeteria worker. Lynne Van Winkle, mother of two, joined the Heritage cafeteria staff and began working in late February after moving to Searcy in November with her husband. She came to the cafeteria with 14 years experience in a nursing home where she enjoyed talking to the pa- tients and trying to please them. Now she works on the other end of the spec- trum - college students. However, she does enjoy working with students ,1 .yt saaaaoabt,.t e x .$.tea,4..et. H n.,.. t . a t . :3 M And phone bills werenlt our biggest mysteries - for instance, the strange vanishment of those lean, blue credit-card phones raised many puzzled eye brows, as did the reduce tion of coin rates by half to ten cents. The phone bill was not exorbitant. Indeed, it was a well-paid luxury - for those who could literally ucount the cost. a Bill Everett because III just love the people and the atmosphere. All the people treat me real- ly nice a thatis why I like . ,,, 1t'Her smile, which seems to be constantly on her face, is what makes her stand out from the crowd. ttSmiling just covers all other aspects of anyonels life. It doesnlt matter if your tall, short, skinny or fat, if your smil- ing, people will just notice that. Also if you smile at people they will usually smile back? She hopes to work with Harding for a long time because III love Harding and I don't like changes? she said. Service with a smile! Lynn VanWinkle gives her trademark smile as she goes about her job in the cafeteria. - photo by Bill Tripp.